Ah, Dolores, my untouchable nymphet. Ha. The bitter ironic laugh of fate. I doubt if you could find a better guy than Ken Moore. No kidding, and he's really got it bad for Dolores. Really, although he doesn't show it much. I was talking to him on the way home on the basketball bus from Big Walnut. (We won - sophomores, not varsity. Our record is 5 - 0!) Ken said if he was through college & the service & had a steady job he would ask Dolores to marry him. Hell, yes, it sounds silly, but he thinks he would and I don't blame him. After all, Dolores is his first love, so to speak, just as Jane was mine (that damn bitch, I hate her). I talked to her (Dolores) a couple of times at the game. God. Tall, cute, dresses wonderfully. No shit. Moore's got himself something and I don't want to grab it out from under his nose. Maybe this crush will pass. Pro'ly will.

Anne Prince was flirting with me today.